The magnificent palace was resplendent in gold and green, and on the highest throne sat a nine-foot-tall horned demon.
He lay listlessly on his side on the throne, snoring, while a man and a woman beside him carefully fanned him with banana leaf fans.
The Demon King suddenly opened his eyes, and the sudden movement made the woman tremble. The Demon King opened his blood-red maw and tore off one of the woman's arms.
As blood splattered everywhere, the woman collapsed to the floor in agony, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and cried out in pain.
After a brief chew, the Demon King spat out the remaining bones and let out a sinister laugh at the woman.
"Truly worthy of being his descendant, immortality is wonderful! Isn't this an infinitely renewable food source?"
The man hurriedly helped the woman up; she was sweating profusely and unable to move.
The Demon King said calmly, "Carry her down and bring her back up when her new arm has grown back."
"Yes... I obey..."
The man lowered his head and gave a resentful reply, offering no resistance, as if he had long been accustomed to it.
The other servants in the hall were the same; they were already used to this scene. Who had their arm ripped off yesterday, and who had become the Demon King's meal today? They were numb to it all.
After all... those who are cursed can be reborn the next day even if they only have one finger left.
Although they are immortal, they can still feel pain. If you ask what punishment is the most painful, it is the endless cycle of death penalty.
No one wants to anger the Demon King in the palace, unless he is prepared to die repeatedly for the next hundred years.
The fishing village should have had over a thousand residents, but now only a few hundred remain at the foot of the mountain. The root cause is that the Demon King took most of the villagers to the mountainside and made them his slaves.
After watching the man see the woman off, the Demon King rose and slowly walked out of the palace.
The waiters followed him, wondering what he was planning to do.
Once outside the palace, the Demon King's gaze swept over the misty mountains, and he let out a disdainful sneer.
"You've got guts, daring to come up here yourself?"
He turned to the waiters and said, "Don't stop her, let me see what tricks she's up to!"
...
After passing through the dense forest, Xiaoyemei carefully made her way up the mountainside.
She finally saw the magnificent palace built halfway up the mountain. Having planned her route in her mind, she carefully felt her way through the weeds as she walked towards it.
The entire palace is basically made of white jade bricks, a rare material in this small world, and a palace of this scale would require thousands of years of accumulation to build.
The resources in the entire small world were basically given to this demon king, which led to the impoverished lives of the entire fishing village.
Xiao Ye Mei sneaked into the palace. Seeing that the palace was spacious and empty, she became suspicious, but still carefully felt her way along the edge.
"Huh? Why isn't there a single guard?" Xiao Ye Mei was puzzled by this scene, but after a moment of thought, she became smug.
"Looks like I've arrived just in time! They're probably all taking a nap, right? Hehe, the infiltration operation was a great success!"
With that thought in mind, she arrived at the main hall.
As soon as she arrived, she heard snoring.
She cautiously approached, then boldly came to the Demon King's pillow. Looking at the snoring Demon King, she reached out and tugged at his nose hairs.
The Demon King, fast asleep, frowned slightly, rubbed his nose, turned over, and lay down on his side to sleep.
Seeing that the Demon King hadn't woken up, Xiao Ye Mei grew bolder.
She began rummaging through the main hall, her movements so exaggerated that it seemed she wasn't there to steal secrets, but rather to have fun.
Even the Demon King was speechless. How dare this little brat be so bold? Wasn't she afraid he would suddenly wake up and eat her?
After rummaging through the main hall for a while without finding what she wanted, Xiao Yemei went to the side hall to continue her search.
A servant approached the Demon King and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, should I go and bring her back?"
"No need," the Demon King said, stroking his chin. "I want to see what she's up to." He then told the servants, "Don't disturb her. Pretend you didn't see anything."
"Yes, ma'am."
Meanwhile, Xiao Ye Mei had already sneaked into the Demon King's bedroom.
She searched the entire room but couldn't find any information about the Demon King's weaknesses, so she scratched her head.
"Where exactly is it? The Demon King's weakness..."
How sharp was the Demon King's hearing? He heard Xiao Ye Mei's soft murmur right there in the main hall.
His expression turned somewhat strange.
How dare a lowly commoner come to my palace alone and try to find my weakness?
If she really goes looking for me, what will become of my reputation?
But...
The Demon King stroked his chin.
He was seized by a playful impulse and decided to spend some quality time with Xiao Ye Mei.
Meanwhile, Su Nian, who had concealed her presence, hid on the roof with Qian Shudie while the Demon King was not paying attention.
Looking at the fearless Xiao Ye Mei, Qian Shu Die kept exchanging glances with Su Nian.
Su Nian was also somewhat troubled, so she condensed her voice into a line and said to Qian Shudie, "Don't be impatient. It seems that this demon king has no intention of attacking Xiao Yemei. Since he is letting Xiao Yemei search for clues so freely, let's observe first and then make a decision."
Qian Shudie nodded.
Su Nian could sense that the moment he entered the main hall, Qian Weiwei within him became increasingly agitated.
Her anger grew stronger and stronger, and this anger, even across the small world, reached Su Nian's heart.
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